Come sail your ships around me and burn your bridges down. We make a little history, baby, every time you come around. Come loose your dogs upon me and let your hair hang down. You are a little mystery to me every time you come around. We talk about it all night long, we define our moral ground. But when I crawl into your arms everything comes tumbling down.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 471 | 2024-12-19 16:58:00 | 65.62 | 93.7% |
| 235 | 2024-06-21 16:48:52 | 72.76 | 96.2% |